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Disclaimer: I don't own Bark, Bean, or Nack/Fang. I only own the hotel, the hotel staff, and the guests.
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Chateau Royal had to be one of the fanciest hotels Nack had ever seen. As soon as he, Bark, and Bean arrived in their stolen, crappy Buick, a purple coyote wearing an expensive suit directed them to the parking lot. "There ain't to many people here." Nack observed as he parked alongside a red sports car in the the nearly empty lot.
"Not too many can afford to stay here." Bark said flatly as he opened his door and stepped outside. Bean climbed out after him.
"Hi Eliah!" The duck shouted, jumping up and down while waving to the purple coyote, "We're back!" Across the lot, the coyote shook her head sadly. "Now how come she never says 'hi' back?" Bean asked Bark.
The polar bear shrugged and stepped onto the sidewalk. After making sure their car was unlocked, Nack stepped up next to Bark. "Damn, this is the cleanest sidewalk I've seen." He mumbled. It was true. The concrete was still bright gray. No gum or weeds stained it's flawless surface.
"My cousin likes everything to be clean." Bark explained as he walked down the sidewalk and through the glass double doors of Chateau Royal. A moment later, Bean, who had been left in the parking lot, came dashing through the doors. The duck tripped on the red velvet rug and crashed into a small wood table. The porcelain vase perched on top wobbled precariously for several seconds before falling to the ground and breaking into a million tiny peices.
The black cat behind the check in counter groaned and mutter something inaudible. Bean sat up and hastily began apologizing to the cat. "It's alright..." She sighed as she grabbed a set of keys. "I'm going to get a broom. I'll be with you three in second; please don't break anything else while I'm gone!" She said, skillfully hopping over the counter and hurrying off down the hall.
As soon as she left, Nack grabbed Bean by his bandanna. "You oaf! If you get us thrown out of here, I swear I'll kill you!" He shouted.
"Calm down, Nack." Bark said, pulling Bean away from the angry weasel. "Last time we stayed here Bean broke three vases and a window. My cousin didn't throw us out then."
Nack opened his mouth to protest, but interrupted by Bean. The green duck broke free from Bark's grip and ran over to the front desk. "Look Bark!" He shouted, pointing excitedly to one of those bells that you ring for service, "Bobbie got one of those bells! Oh...it's so shiny I can see myself..." Bean said, staring at his reflection in the silver bell for several moments before deciding to ring it.
"Bean, knock it off!" Nack snapped.
The green duck ignored Nack and continued to hit the bell again and again and again and again...
"Would you stop ringing the damn bell!" The black cat shouted as she stepped into view with a broom and dustpan.
"Sorry..." Bean murmured as he stepped away from the bell.
"Sheesh..." The cat muttered as she swept up the shards of porcelain. "You already broke the vase; don't break the bell to!" When the cat finished sweeping, she vaulted back over the counter, straightened the tie on her suit, and opened up the guest book. "Alright, how many nights will be graced by your presence?" She asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"I like her. She's nice!" Bean said to Bark, once again missing a sarcastic comment.
"We aren't sure yet..." Bark said, ignoring Bean's comment.
The black cat raised an eyebrow. "So...you're going to pay every night?" She asked, slightly suspicious.
"I'm Bobbie's cousin. She lets me stay for free." Bark explained.
The cat slammed the guest book shut. "Oh, you must be Bark. I've heard a lot of things about you from Bobbie. I'll tell her that your here."
Bark nodded. The black cat pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Hey Bobbie. It's Nat. Your cousin's here." She said into the speaker. Bark could heard from static coming from the other end, but he could not make out his cousin's response.
"She's on her way down." The black cat said, interpreting the static. "Go ahead and have a seat."
Bark nodded and sat down in a overstuffed plush armchair. Bean followed suit and sat down in the chair besides him, while Nack took a seat on the other side of the room. They waited in silence for Bark's cousin. Well, it would have been silent if it was not for the scratching of the black cat's pen as she documented something in a black book, the click of the ventilation system as the air conditioning clicked on, and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
"Hello Bobbie." Bean greeted his friend's cousin as she stepped into the main lobby. Bobbie merely gave Bean a brief wave in response before addressing her cousin.
"Let me guess." She began before Bark could say anything, "Bean saw a cockroach and blew it up, destroying whatever house you were staying in, and you two had no money so you came here."
"You're good!" Bean said, staring at the polar bear in shock. Like Bark, Bobbie was a polar bear, except her fur was white with a blue tinge to it.
She shot Bean an irritated look. "The same exact thing happened two months ago, you idiot!" Bobbie motioned to Nack, "The only difference is that you destroyed that weasel's house this time."
"His name's Nack." Bark said. "So," he said, changing the subject, "how long can we stay?"
"As long as you need to..." Bobbie muttered. "Natalie will show you to your room..." She added before storming away.
The black cat vaulted over the counter for the third time. "Alright, follow me!" She said, hurrying up a flight of stairs. Bark, Bean, and Nack practically had to run up the stairs to catch up with her. "So," she said, "My name's Natalie. Who are you guys?"
"I'm Bark, this is my friend Bean, and that's Nack."
"Cool," Natalie said as she stopped in front of a door. Nack glanced at the room number.
"I ain't superstitious or nothing, but ain't the number thirteen unlucky?" he said to Bark.
The polar bear shrugged. "It's just a room."
Natalie unlocked the door and let them inside. Nack had to admit that he was impressed. The carpet was shaggy and soft, the walls were painted pale blue, and expensive looking furniture was crammed into nearly every corner. Natalie handed the room key to Nack.
"There are some new rules." She began, counting each one off on her fingers. "The buffet closes at ten for breakfast and nine for dinner, the pool opens at eight and closes at ten, and there's no digging around the courtyard. That's about it. Have fun!" She said, closing the door behind her.
"No digging around the courtyard?" Bark echoed. "That's an oddly specific rule..."
"Ah, who cares." Nack said, flopping down on the couch and turning on the big screen TV. "This is paradise!"
"I guess your right..." Bark said, sitting down between Nack and Bean, but even as he watched TV with the two of them, the polar still could not shake off the feeling that there was something a little unusual about that rule...